Over two months into my challenge and
honestly, it would be so much easier to revert to old-Lisa. Not
that old-Lisa was all that bad compared to some, but trying to be
intentional with every blessed thing is definitely requires more
energy, more thoughtfulness. Most days, it would be much easier to
put the kids on the bus and stay in my jammies all day long. But at
days end, I feel guilty, uber unproductive, and have no exciting
stories to report to the family. Every good thing seems to include
struggle...most days, I don't want to exercise and do my devotions,
but historically, I know I'm a wreck without both. So, I hunker down
and finish the tasks. Feeling immediately better, I attack the day
on a positive vibe. I'm motivated to make that lunch date with a new
friend. I attack my chores with new found vigor. I call my sweet Aunt
Bootsie and set a date for a long overdue visit before months have
passed and busy-ness occupies my calendar.
Last weekend was testosterone
filled...Celebrating sons birthday by playing paintball followed by a
Sunday of baseball. I hadn't played paintball since a random social
event in college...but this Mother tore it up! It was crazy
thrilling...I jumped, dived, hid, crawled, provided cover fire, and
pelted six 13 year olds. Exilarating. As I strolled between courses
in my many paint stained layers ( to prevent painful
stings), I noticed many cute, paint-free moms sitting sidelines.
They gave me the once over as I stood a little taller knowing I had
participated...I got dirty for my little man...I didn't even consider
there was an option to do otherwise.
One day, too soon, I may not have
baseball games to watch and cheer or a fabulous excuse to play paintball. He won't want to play with me
anymore. Til then, I'll continue to make memories for the both of
us.
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